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Five had finally got the equations right.
Delores would be smiling right now, giving him that cheeky grin he loved and telling him to go save his family.
Five set down his gun and flipped through the pages of his book once more, making sure he had it right.
Nearly 5 years in the Commission was nagging at him and he wanted to wait no longer.
Five’s hands glowed blue, using his power to open a portal to his family.
None other than a fire extinguisher came flying through, hitting Five in the head.
He fell over, but managed to recover and get back up.
Five pushed his way through the portal, feeling his body shrink.
An eight year old Five fell to the ground, wearing a way-too-big suit.
“Is it just me, or is that little number Five?” Someone called but Five’s vision was too blurry to make out who it was.
He fell to the ground with a smack.
His siblings? ran over and helped him up, carrying him to the living room.
“Can we help you with anything?” He was pretty sure Allison said it.
“That’s irrelevant…” Five slurred, trying to stand up but falling back into the couch.
“Woah buddy! Don’t get on your high-horse too quick!” Klaus?
“Coffee.” Five replied bluntly.
“What?” He thought that was Luther.
“I. Need. Coffee.”
“Okay fine.” Allison stood up and went over to the kitchen.
“So what happened to you?” Diego said, staring at Five.
“Oh you know…” Five’s voice was weak, “Just the regular, a little time travel and-“
“And what?” Vanya said.
“Why-why do I look like this?” Five looked at himself with a range of shock to horror.
He was eight again! He was supposed to be fifty-eight!
“Uhh-“ Klaus muttered.
“I’m not eight!” Five yelled, it sounded so childish.
“Haha, Fivey, you’re adorable.” Klaus smiled, patting Five on the cheek.
“Do that again and I’ll kill you myself.” Five’s voice raised, but it didn’t sound menacing at all.
Diego chuckled, while Vanya and Klaus giggled a little. Luther just stood there with an amusing look on his face.
Allison rounded the corner, carrying a cup of coffee and cream and sugar. Five snatched the cup from her hand, throwing the cream and sugar on the floor.
He took a big gulp and spit it out on the floor.
“Why does this taste disgusting!?!” Five yelled, rage spewing from his mouth.
“What do you mean?” Allison said, tilting her head. “No coffee tastes good without a little cream and sugar.”
“I hate cream and sugar in my coffee!” Five yelled again.
“Maybe it has something to do with, um, you being eight?” Luther questioned.
“Stupid pubescent eight year old body!” Five screamed and stomped out of the room.
Five heard Klaus say something about “temper tantrums” but he couldn’t care less.
How could this day get any worse? Five thought.